One of my occasional poems about being trans

Transition

Boys eyes the glass where I could check my face
was on straight. And their pricks the long straight rule
to test my curves. I did not think to fool
and yet, finding myself in this new place,

I needed milestones. Found them in each bed
and then moved on. Then fate made me her bitch
my tight dress tore with fat, stitch after stitch,
in months I counted by each turning head

that turned away from me. Now I am wise
The love of women won by kindness, wit
and teasing’s better than the useless shit
who fucks and leaves. Imagine my surprise

who learned from five short years, a surgeon’s knife
lessons so cheap, they might have cost my life

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About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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3 Responses to One of my occasional poems about being trans

  1. kiplet says:

    The hair on the back of the neck stood up for this.

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